This is the story of Professor Steve, 30 years old, and dating Carol (you might have read about here as well, she has a sister as well, June, from "My Girlfriends little sister series."
I have a little sister, 18-year-old Janet (from "Sister Janet series).
This is the first part of my story, a horny English professor at a community College in a town near you...
This one is about Tara.
A previous student, now my lovely assistant... Milk Chocolaty black, and with a figure men would kill for,
I admit, I was fascinated by some of the lovely girls and young women who were students at the school, but I knew they were all off-limits for him. Some of them were under 18 years old, strictly jailbait, and even those who were old enough would want little or nothing to do with a man as old and undesirable as me.
Tara was an African-American girl that caught my attention years ago, one of the best-looking girls in the college where I taught - tall and bosomy with a clear, milk chocolate complexion and fine features, topped with long black hair. Her big, brown, and expressive eyes were her prettiest asset except, of course, for her gorgeous body.
Now, four years after her graduation, she was my very seductive assistant.
One day, about a month ago, we started a sexual relationship, well, she started it.
That day, the tall, 22-year-old, African-American adjusted the hem of her white dress. Normally she would wear rather conservative and covering clothing. Today, she wore a tight, slate-white dress that fit her form perfectly. The dress hung from her shoulders, and was very low cut, allowing her big, milk chocolate busty cleavage to be displayed.
Tara quickly flicked at her thick pitch black hair, which hung straight and down past the middle of her bare back; bare since the dress had no back, covered her hips, and had strings going up the spine, like a corset. It was obvious to all that took a closer look at my assistant that she was not wearing a bra. The hem of the dress dropped to mid-thigh length and framed her large, strong hips and upper legs. It was fairly obvious that Tara spent a lot of time in her gym. Her fit black legs and backside were well-toned, but they weren't too big. In fact, her tall and hippy frame was rather thin.
She swayed her hips this way and that as she strutted towards my office that day. She was determined to display her perfect posture for me, and much more.
A single beauty spot rested on her upper chest, below her left collarbone. Another, on the crest of her large, ebony right breast. Her deep, inviting cleavage hung, tightly pushed together by the dress and she blinked her huge, brown eyes at a young student that was eyeballing her on her way to my office. Little did I know that her goal was this Friday afternoon. It didn't take very long for her to realize that he was staring at her, drooling even, she loved it. The way her brown nipples poked through the fabric of her dress had him all distracted and she didn't mind his hungry gaze.
"Yes... I answered as Tara walked through the door, trying, as usual, to focus on her eyes but she could see that I started to lose track by glancing at her chest. Tara blinked her large brown eyes again and gently pushed her huge, circular glasses up the bridge of her delicate nose with her crimson-painted fingertip. I couldn't help but stare at her flesh. A lot was on display, which wasn't normal for Tara. I didn't realize just how glistening and smooth and dark, her perfect body was.
I imagined her crimson-painted fingertips rolling over her pretty, little clitoris and her red-painted lips parting in moaned pleasure as I pushed myself deep inside her pretty, pink pussy...
Those deep brown, doe eyes, staring deeply into my eyes, were enough to make me sweat.
I gave an audible gulp and battled to make direct eye contact with her. That didn't help.
Tara said something and sat down in one of the chairs facing my desk. But, to be honest, I wasn't paying attention to what she was saying, sorry, but I guess that is of lesser importance for you.
After a moment of silence, I tried to hold back the thoughts of what I would like to do to, and with, her. My mouth had just been opening to answer when the suddenly intimidating, sexually attractive woman rose from her.
My jaw was loosely agape, I could see that her skirt had been hiked up around her delicious hips, revealing amazingly strong ebony legs and a peak of her lacy, black and grey, satin panties. Alongside there, was another beautiful brown spot, right where the obvious beginning of her soft, little lips was hiding beneath the satin fabric.
"Um...?" I tried to begin but my mouth had gone dry as I continued to panic in awe at Taras goddess body and lost my train of thought even further. Tara simply smiled and removed a small, elastic hair band from around her wrist. A cute little bracelet hung from her wrist, alongside a simple, small, round watch. She tilted her pretty head to the side as she gathered up her lovely, rich, black hair and proceeded to tie it back into a long ponytail. The whole time she held me captive in the gaze of her hypnotizing, brown eyes with her legs parted at the hips. As she had her hands at her head fixing the ponytail, her skirt slid up her thighs and all of a sudden, her panties came into view. Her nerves were subsiding, and she was starting to enjoy this, her seduction of her boss, her former professor.
"Now... Tara!" I shrank back into my seat as my assistant crawled up onto my desk in front of me and whipped her ponytail backward around over her beautiful, bare shoulder. My voice had lost all command and was breaking into high pitches. It was no wonder, I was forced to stare straight down at the incredible dark cleavage of this woman, my former student. The cleavage almost spilling out of her dress.
My cock was now incredibly hard since I'd been wanting her ass for years, too many years to be legal, and it was very obvious, from how the bulged between my legs that I still wanted her bad.
As Tara mounted the desk on all fours, knocking over some stationary and files, she got down on her elbows and stared me dead in the eyes. I tried to stare her down, but eventually, my watering mouth dropped open and I mindlessly leaned in for a kiss. Tara purposely pressed her plump, red-painted lips to mine and swayed her hips.
She moaned as she pushed her tongue deep into my mouth, before pulling away from me. Our lips made a sharp smacking sound as they disconnected and I shuddered with need.
"Oh my Professor, what was that? Did you just kiss your assistant?"
Tara rocked back, like she was riding an invisible cock, and wiped her lip with a wink.
"I could sue you for that!" She smirked. "Sexual harassment."
Needless to say, I was speechless. Tara knew that it was she that did the kissing, not me.
"Umm, I'm so sorry, it's not professional for me to do this." I teasingly declared, staring deep down at Tara's extremely sexy ebony cleavage.
My bulge was now raging for freedom, Tara grinned on noticing my hard bulge and went back down on her elbows to bring her face right up against my crotch.
"Professor, what are we going to do about this unfortunate situation? This disturbing turn of events?" She pointed at the rigid member in pants.
"Is it for me?" She grinned. Her directness made me tremble with need for her.
